Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The Sarne River surges and roars, like a wild horse running wild, flying through the sky.

Later, Kaa's anger might be as strong as the raging river, and the old man Ofo couldn't help but wonder whether he would die from the legendary branch or the dagger.

Ofer didn't know if he was afraid of death, but he hoped it would be best to live.

Kaa's decision cannot be doubted, and his authority cannot be offended. He was so confused just now that he dared to refuse Kaa's request and tried to speak out about the other party's fault.

His cloudy eyes looked to the northwest with nostalgia, waiting for the final judgment.

The next moment, Meng Kao's calm and majestic voice sounded again:

"Ofer, do you recognize the writing on this stone?"

This was the most beautiful sound the old man had ever heard in his life. He quickly stepped forward to check it out.

Looking at Ofer who couldn't wait, Mengge knew that his pretentious silence just now had an effect.

"Valyrian text, the stones are road signs. The top one points to the city of Isalia, which is the ruins of Vaes Kadoc, and the bottom one points to..."

Ofer's mouth moved and he could not continue. Mengge, who was standing behind him, took a step forward and said:

"I didn't expect you to know Valyrian. Where does the road sign below lead to?"

Faced with Meng Ge's pressing questioning, Ofer was eager to calm down. He knew that this was not his illusion. There were too many clues revealed today.

After getting along with him for seven days, he knew that this legendary Kaa was strong and brave, and also had the delicacy and wisdom that other Kaaos lacked.

The old man Ofer took a deep breath and pretended to be calm and said:

"Kaa, this Valyrian road also leads to Seas in the northwest. The Salor people are lingering here, but the city has declined. Now there is only hunger, poverty and disease."

"Really?" The corner of Meng Ge's mouth raised slightly, "Then, wise man Ofo, the Salor people are huddled here and lingering. They have long lost their glory of the past. After destroying them, I am willing to give them the last honor."

Ofer's breath suddenly stopped and he stopped talking.

Meng Ge stared closely into the old man's eyes and continued expressionlessly:

"You have the same bloodline as Dothraki and Salor. The bronze skin belongs to the Dothraki, and the slender and long limbs are the characteristics of the Salor. However, you do not agree with the culture of Dothraki, but you admire Salor. The civilization of the Er people, you call your tribal brothers the Dothraki, and you call yourself Tangazan Fein. In your heart, you recognize the resounding title of the Salor people. "

When the old man Ofo heard this, he seemed to be stabbed deep in his heart. He could not restrain his impulse. The wrinkles on his forehead were tightly knitted and his beard was trembling. He said excitedly:

"The most elite warriors of Salor will fight in sword-wheeled chariots. The chariot drivers will be the wives or daughters of the warriors. Women and men will go to the battlefield together. This is the tradition and glory of the Salor people.

When he mentioned the Salor people, his eyes were full of reverence and admiration.

Immediately, Ofer's eyes showed anger again, his voice was hoarse, and he growled:

"The Dothraki believe that the most important moments in a person's life must occur under the sky, so there is no privacy in the tribe. They mate like animals under the watchful eyes of the entire tribe, and even share their wives with the tribe. , without guilt or shame.”

Mongo looked at the old man Ofer's gradually distorted face. He knew that the Dothraki's concept of sin and shame was completely different from other nation-states, and there were some customs that he could not accept either.

After venting his anger, Ofer trembled and lowered his head. After he calmed down, he realized that the person standing in front of him was a Dothraki Khal.

Ofer keeps saying that he hates Dothraki culture, but he himself is a person who abides by Dothraki traditions.

A complete Dothraki with a rebellious mind.

Shadow of Childhood, Meng Ge sighed, patted Ofer's shoulder, and whispered:

"I won't punish you. Your mother is from Salor, right? She raised and taught you in the tribe."

Ofer still lowered his head and said nothing.

Meng Ge spoke again:

"I swear in the name of the horse god: I, Khal Menggo, will not punish you, will not slaughter Seas. I swear on the Mother Mountain and the womb lake of the world: I will be the one who changes the Dothraki, will Let Dothraki become the supreme Khal as great as the Kingdom of Salor and the Valyrian civilization.”

Ofer finally raised his head and then knelt on the ground:

"Khal Mengo, I swear by the gods of Tangazan Fein, by the horse god and all the gods of the world, by the mountain of Our Lady and the womb lake of the world: I, Ofo, will be yours. We share the same blood, this is the mercy given to me by fate.”

Meng Ge stretched out his hand to help Ofer up, looked at the other person's weather-beaten face, and asked:

"I know this may cause you pain, but I still want to know what other knowledge your Salorian mother has imparted to you, which determines how I should use your talents."

Ofer stood there, lost in memories, and after a moment he said:

"My mother's bloodline can be traced back to the last high king of the Kingdom of Salor, Mazoro Alessiu, so in addition to the language and writing of the Salor people, she also taught me the Valyrian language and writing, and Qarth The lingua franca across the narrow sea makes me familiar with all the history of Essos."

After hearing this, Mengge didn't react for a moment, and his face looked a little dull. He originally thought that this old man was at most a wise man among the Dothraki, but now he just felt that he had picked up a treasure. This was because he was proficient in geography, history and Senior talents who speak four foreign languages ​​are among the best in the world.

Ofer has stayed in the Dothraki tribe all his life. Apart from the skill of riding a horse to kill people, Ofer has no chance to use other skills. He seriously lacks awareness of his own abilities. Even if he has this ability, he still stays in the Dothraki sea to beg.

Seeing that Meng Ge seemed unmoved, Ofer hurriedly continued to add:

"The Valyrian languages ​​I know include High Valyrian and Low Valyrian."

At this time, Meng Ge's heart was like the overflowing Sarn River, turbulent and roiling, high and low Valyrian, which is equivalent to the standard of Mandarin. He can communicate with all parts of the country without any problem. At the same time, he can speak nine local dialects, and there are still The kind of your own dialect system.

Ofer had completely fallen into fanaticism at this time. Seeing that Meng Kao had not yet recognized himself, he was eager to show off his abilities and blurted out:

"I have a way to help you deal with the three Kas bandits in the tribe."

The old man Ofer believed that Khal Menggo was so powerful that he still did not immediately launch an attack on Weiss Kavok. He was cautious and obsessed with terrain strategies because he was worried that the three Kas bandits would take advantage of the battle to break away from the tribe and stand on their own.

In fact, what Meng Ge thinks about most is getting the enemy's tribe with the least casualties.

He did have this concern about the three Kas bandits. Although the bandits expressed their surrender, they had only been together for a short time and could not fully trust them. Any hesitation on the battlefield would have fatal consequences.

In this regard, Meng Ge had already made a plan. For the sake of his ambition, he could only give honor to his opponent, and then patted Ofer's shoulder to indicate that he recognized his talent.